Website under (re)construction.

So, here we are… at long last, I’m rebuilding my site. It’s taking a bit longer than expected, but it’s slowly coming together. The old site had severely outdated code and I needed to show off some new work. As each section is complete, the header / menu image will be updated.

Thanks for the patience!

Next Door Bob

This here is my next-door neighbour, Bob.

You often hear Bob’s booming voice calling out your name throughout the day. A true Aussie bloke, he’s always up for a yarn across the fence or to share a beer. He constantly tinkers within his shed, potters in the gardens, mows his lawns, or razzes up his dog, Boof, but his daily ritual always includes a couple of beers during happy hour at the local.

He’s been living in the quiet suburb of Lambton, Newcastle, now for about the thirteen years. Bob moved here with his wife to look after his mother-in-law when she became ill. She had lived next-door to my parents since they moved here some forty plus years ago, now. Growing up, whenever we hit a tennis ball over the fence while playing cricket out the front, not one of us was ever brave enough to go ask for it back, and would wait patiently for days for it to be returned. When his mother-in-law passed away about ten years ago, Bob and his wife stayed on in the house.

Since staying here, Bob has become widely known and liked by those in the area. When my father was still alive, Dad and Bob would always be calling out over the fence to chat about this or that, mainly sports and how poorly the Knights played on the weekend, and the two would strongly ‘discuss’ the happenings in the area. Bob’s always calling out to someone to have a chat, is the first person people call upon to keep an eye on their place, and was once the go-to guy for a batch of custom-made lead fishing sinkers.